#i feel like im reacting Really strongly to this

[katiefratie]

Why would hidden barn and town not come up before we jump to killing horses and eating them, if that wasn't going to be necessary why bring it up!

[mihai-florescu]

I dont think my therapist realises how special my special interest is

[wrencatte]

...

meh

[andthen-light]

okay girls im going to be a little hashtag critical here but i have been ruminating LONG ENOUGH and i really really do not like that scene in the graphic novel murder on the rockport limited where lucretia recognized the umbrastaff. i understand what they were trying to do and i understand you have to change things for the medium but its kind of a disservice to both lucretia and taakos characters imo. lucretia works so hard to keep the boys from questioning things like why would she have a reaction like that. like they couldve alluded to her recognizing it but a scene like that is so in your face and it takes power away from the scene in crystal kingdom where red robe barry recognizes it. and wrt taakos character like. hes never Particularly trustful of lucretia like on a personal level but overall he trusts the bureau and lucretia until reunion tour. adding in a scene like that at that point in the story makes no sense like u cannot convince me taako would not start questioning what the directors really up to and why she had such a personal reaction.

[llumimoon]

Agree with you forever about hermie death your tags on that post are correct 10/10

WAUGH THANK YOU !! I've had like so many thoughts abt this. It's just really unfortunate !!!

[mrfoox]

Help, I don't think I've met another person with these many exceptions in their views ajnsnfjskajsjfk

[hannieehaee]

Svt ot13 having to break up with their s/o for the sake of the group and their public image?

having to break up bc of their career (but not really)

content: established relationship, potential break up, public scrutiny, angst (no sad ending though ofc), etc.

wc: 804

a/n: i switched this up a bit to how they'd react to controversy about your relationship since i hate writing unresolved angst or angst with sad endings oops sorry </3

masterlist

seungcheol -

im sawrryyy his ass is far too stubborn to break up a relationship just bc his label wants him to. he also would not care what the tabloids are saying. he'd maybe consider it if it was affecting you, but ultimately he'd rather go on hiatus or just put up with the scrutiny rather than actually break up.

jeonghan -

he'd never admit to a relationship publicly no matter how damning the evidence was. would just completely ignore the subject and throw subtle lies about it. wouldnt even have to consider breaking up with you bc he wouldnt even acknowledge any backlash from your relationship at all lol.

joshua -

kinda odd to write about him considering ... anyways i think he would do the same as hannie and just not acknowledge the damage a relationship would do to his public image. i mean. if he finally found someone who he feels strongly enough about to let into his messy life why would he ever consider ending it? he'd feel affected by it, though, knowing the scrutiny would also fall on you.

jun -

he might bring up the controversy very subtly during a live or maybe one day straight up make a statement about it but never actually let it go further than that. he seems super private with his family, so if your relationship were to begin causing public uproar he'd just tighten the reigns on his privacy a bit more.

soonyoung -

just annoyed and frustrated about it. would try and subtly scold the media (and carats a little bit) about it on one of his private weverse lives. if the situation got too intense, though, he'd just opt for hybe putting out some type of statement denying the relationship in order to protect you from public opinion as much as be could.

wonwoo -

he's so nice and understanding and never blames fans for anything (even though sometimes he 100% should *cough* the mobbings *cough*) so he wouldnt blame anyone for their emotions towards his relationship. would consult with you and give you an out if you felt like you couldnt handle the situation (even though it absolutely broke his heart to even consider breaking up) but when you denied him he'd simply opt for putting up with the negative press and just continue to love you as privately as he could.

jihoon -

only one who gives me the vibes that he might actually try and break up with you just bc he loves you too much to put you through all this unwarranted hate all bc of his public image. butttt would not survive the heartbreak he felt at breaking up with someone he clearly still loved and would run back into your arms within the month.

seokmin -

just complete emotional turmoil. he wouldnt wanna break up, but if you did, he'd do it just for you. he also wouldnt wanna deny your relationship bc he'd feel like that'd be disrespectful to you. anddd he also would not wanna confirm your relationship since that'd just add extra hate to you. he'd opt to do anything you chose, making you his main priority.

mingyu -

his ass would NAWWWTTT care if people thought badly of him being in a relationship. he'd keep it as private as he could, but would never even entertain the thought of breaking up when dispatch suddenly got a hold of your relationship and the situation blew up. very nonchalant about it all, feeling too confident in your love to think anything could ever drive the two of you apart.

minghao -

gives me the vibes that he might just opt for making the usual statement idols always make of 'x idol is seeing x idol with warm feelings' or whatever the fuck they usually write. other than that he would still keep the relationship very on the down low and never allow public opinion to affect his emotions towards you.

seungkwan -

would take a very logical and professional approach to it by immediately denying any relationship and claiming the two of you are friends lol. he's so friendly with everyone it'd be very believable. wouldn't have it in him to break up a personal relationship over his career thoughhhh he's just too full of love to do that.

vernon -

yet another member to just absolutely ignore anything going on and straight up not care for any public reaction about it. wanna send trucks? wanna write articles about him? he's not even gonna see them.

chan -

would feel insanelyyyy bad that he ever put you in the limelight in such a negative light. would also feel embarrassed and annoyed at the fact that merely being with you would become such a scandal. in the end, he'd also just opt to ignoring the situation and denying the relationship in order to preserve your peace.

[nr1chaedickrider]

i want to tear that laugh from her face

angst, violence, smoking, enemies to ???

“i heard they hate each other,” the blond haired girl tells the red haired one that's sitting right next to her with a drink in her hand.

“really?” she asks her friend, looking in front of her, just a few metres away (they got front row tickets for a reason).

“why do they? what happened?”

her friend doesn't answer her question, watching the fight in silence.

momo's fist hits your face quickly, you're not able to react, falling to the floor because of the hard punch.

the world in front of your eyes is blurry and dizzy, are you going to pass out?

you don't know if the ringing comes from your head or the “referee” (which actually is just some random guy) that blew the whistle, signalizing that the game is over, announcing the winner -

hirai momo.

suddenly everything is black, and when you open your eyes again, you realize that you're backstage, laying on an old couch.

your head hurts as you sit up, your finger traces along your lips and feels multiple cuts on it.

“need vaseline?” a voice asks you, and when you look up, you see her.

hirai momo.

“im good” you answer. standing up and walking to your locker to get your stuff and leave this place as quickly as possible.

she doesn't reply to your cold answer or your pissed off tone, instead she walks up to her girlfriend (that's what you think she is, but knowing momo it could be some talking stage or a situationship that hasn't fully made it to the relationship stage) and kisses her, both of them giggling like stupid idiots.

just hearing it drives you crazy, you ask yourself if she's doing it on purpose, if she wants you to feel like this.

you grip the metal door of the locker tightly, slamming it shut and walking out the back door to your motorcycle.

it's raining and cold, your jacket too thin and your emotions overwhelmed.

you don't know if it's because of the fight you lost, or if it's because of momo's behavior.

“mad that you lost?” she teases behind your back.

you turn around, looking at her as her beautiful black hair gets soaked in the rain.

you don't know what to reply, anger taking over your body.

you walk up to her, punching her in the face as she falls against the wall behind her and holds her nose in pain.

for a quick second your mouth opens to say something, your brain thinking about apologizing - for saying something that isn't an insult, something that comes deeply from your heart.

but you stop yourself, instead you close your mouth and don't look at her in her stupidly pretty eyes.

you get on top of the seat and drive away without looking back to momo, leaving her alone.

-

“rumors are spreading about you two” the red haired, older girl tells you as she watches you tie the boxing tape around your fingers and hands.

“what do you mean?” you ask her, still focused on your hands.

“i mean that people think you guys have some kind of back story”

“people think you hate each other y/n”

you look up to her, her gaze meeting yours.

“well seems like the rumors are right, jihyo” you reply, standing up and walking to the punching bag so you can train for the next fight.

jihyo doesn't leave you, she walks next to you and watches how you start hitting the bag strongly.

“you don't hate her” she says, making you stop because of her statement.

“what do you know about what i feel for her?” you spit back, slightly pissed off, but you try to act like you're completely normal as you start punching the bag again.

“it's in your eyes when you two fight”

“you can't hate her, even if you want to.” she replies.

you punch the bag in front of you with enough force that it almost hits jihyo’s face, scaring her.

she's quiet, looking at you in silence.

“i'll be back” you say, walking out of the building so you can be alone.

the bench is made out of old, almost broken wood, but still comfortable enough to sit on.

you pull out a cigarette and your lighter, lighting the other end as you take a drag of it, exhaling it slowly out of your nose.

the air is cold, again. just like that night when you punched momo.

you stare down on the floor.

is it really that obvious?

stupid rumors, spreading like they did in high school.

‘they hate each other’

rumors, or the truth?

‘it's in your eyes’

the truth?

instead of continuing to smoke and finishing your cigarette, you put it out on the bench and walk back inside.

-

“why am i fighting against her again?” you ask jihyo, your head in your hand as you rub your forehead.

“she requested it”

what?

“she paid for it even”

“paid for it?” you look up to her as she's standing in front of you.

she just nods.

you don't say anything, instead, you just walk to the ring, everyone already waiting.

including momo.

the referee starts the match, giving you two space so you can fight.

you don't wait for her to make the first move and run right up to her to hit her in her stomach, then in her face.

she's able to block the punch that was supposed to hit her face, pushing you away and hitting your shoulder as you fall against the edge of the ring.

you both look at each other, people from outside cheering on either her or you.

for a moment it felt like those cheers and loud noises were blocked and silenced.

for a moment it was only you and her.

you're too slow.

she uses your distraction and hits you in your stomach, pretty hard.

you fall to your knees (you think you can even hear jihyo getting too much into it as she's screaming for you to get up as if she had set a bet on you to win) and momo as well as the referee wait for you to get up.

you know you have it in yourself. you could get up. you could continue to fight, and maybe even win it. you're not that weak.

but you can't, looking to jihyo and then up to momo, then lastly to the referee who’s waiting for a reaction from you.

you shake your head.

and just like last time, he announces momo as the winner.

you walk out teary eyed.

and when you're out, again, it's cold - again.

but your moment of silence is interrupted, again.

what is it with her and the number three?

in the same second she closes the door behind herself, you run up to her and push her against it, hands on her neck.

"i should've killed you in there”

“but you didn't”

you look in her eyes, then at your hands that are gripping her tightly.

you would probably have made a stupid joke and asked her if she's into it months ago.

you let go, letting her breath as you walk away and sit on top of the cold stones (which everyone usually used for their smoke breaks).

momo watches you and decides to sit next to you.

not too close, not too far away.

she hands you your lighter.

“you forgot it inside” is the only thing she says.

you just take it, without thanking her as you look down at the lighter.

“you know,” you start speaking, voice so quiet it's almost impossible to hear. the tone as if you'd be afraid anyone could hear (which is also impossible).

“i thought i would burn this city down if i saw you with anybody else,” you play around with your lighter, realizing that it's empty and doesn't work anymore.

“but when i saw you holding her hand..”

“i couldn't even light a match”

she looks at you, you can feel it. but you're too scared to look her in the eyes.

“they say we hate each other”

“you're losing on purpose against me, aren't you?” she breaks her silence.

you look at her for the first time without touching her, without insulting her or hurting her.

you sigh a little.

“im too weak”

“mentally, not physically” you reply.

momo doesn't know if that answers her question.

so instead of speaking again, she just quietly sits next to you.

she knows one of them has to leave this place at some time, but she'd rather not think about it.

[min1check]

Leto! Joker x Side Chick! Reader part 2

1033 words dw im writing the smut part and again barely proofread so im sorry if u find mistakes

pt 1

description: you work at one of joker’s clubs and he begins to take interest in you… pt 2

I got my window fixed and a new bowl thankfully. If it was just me living there at the apartment I wouldn’t care about the bowl but I was preparing for my family to come and live with me. 

But for some reason I began looking for Mr. J more and more. But he stopped coming to the club. I didn’t know why. Maybe he got tired of me?

Actually I’m stupid. That’s a good thing. He cheated on Harley…

…with me. 

That goes against all and every girl code out there. What am I doing with my life? I need to focus on school and work. 

The night I got home was when I started receiving gifts from him. Sometimes it was flowers, sometimes it was cash, sometimes it was even food. Every night I felt guilty. 

One day, Joker finally showed up to the club, with Harley. The feeling I felt so strongly in my heart was guilt. (And jealousy but i’ll never admit that) 

I placed down the drinks they usually ordered. 

“Sorry hun! Puddin wants to try something different today.” Harley spoke to me. 

I smiled back. 

“What would Mr. and Mrs. J want today?” I smiled. 

“Hmm… Doll what should I get today?” He turned to Harley.

I froze up at the nickname. I should’ve known that nickname wasn’t just for me. It was mad fucking embarrassing. It didn’t just feel embarrassing it made me feel disgusting and fucking nasty. 

I could feel my face getting red from anger and embarrassment. 

It looked like Mr. J could sense how I felt as he had the same grin on his face. It made me realize that being with him was dangerous for my mind and body. Yet there was something about him that was unexplainably alluring. 

“Oooo~ I really liked the green thing we had last time!” Harley smiled ever so sweetly. 

I went back to reality. 

“We’ll have the absinthe.” The Joker looked at me up and down with a grin. 

I’m a fool. 

“Yes I’ll get that for you right away.” I smiled and walked off. 

I’m so fucking stupid. 

“Wow, that was fast, Miss Waiter!” Harley exclaimed. 

“Thank you Mrs. J.” I tried my best to sound like I was laughing genuinely. 

Joker just grinned at me like usual. 

I couldn’t tell you about what I remembered about my shift except for that part. I got home quickly that night. On my table was a note with an address

written. 

I quickly gathered all the random presents Joker left for me and put it in a box neatly. 

It wasn’t right of me to let myself be a mistress. I needed to stop this. I couldn’t let myself catch even bigger feelings either. Why was I jealous of Harley even though he was already hers? It’s not right of me to think of such a thing. I’m not about to be a homewrecker. 

But what if he reacted badly to me saying no? He’s literally batshit crazy. He wouldn't hesitate to blow my head off. I still have a lot of things to live for. Maybe I should just stay home. 

But if he gave me this note tonight then he wants me to come tonight. Right?

So what if I had a slight smile currently? He’s hot and i like being wanted, that's all. 

I googled how far the address was and it was actually pretty close. I quickly arrived at the address. I knocked on the door and was met with a shirtless Joker. 

I touched my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling. 

“Hi I’m sorry but I can’t accept this Mr. J.” I said quietly while trying to avoid looking at his man tities and his ripped ass chest. 

There was no grin on his face but more like a scowl. It shook me to my very core. I was too used to his devilish grin. (It was kinda hot though…) 

“Doll you’re breaking my heart! Those gifts were just for you!” His usual grin appeared on his face again. It 

His use of the same pet name for Harley and me was repulsive. Yet it made my heart twist and turn. 

“Give these gifts to your actual girlfriend Mr.

J. I don’t want to disturb your relationship and I need to focus on school and work.” I couldn’t bear to look at him so I focused my attention on the ground. 

He put the box of gifts I held in my hands down on the floor. 

“Aww~ Are you jealous Princess? Harley is my girlfriend, yes. But you’re the only one that’s in this smalllll tinyyyy heart.” He put my hand onto his chest. 

Would he kill me if I squeezed it a bit? 

“…” I didn’t want to retort back and get my head blown off. But this whole thing we had was morally wrong. And I knew if I fell in even more love with him I could never escape those feelings. I don’t want to die. 

“Mr. J we can’t- I can’t do this. You already have a girlfriend and I need to focus on-“ 

I was cut off by him shushing me with his finger. 

“You can’t but I definitely can. Who said anyone needed to know about us, Doll?” He held me in his arms. 

“But Mr. J…” I was conflicted. 

My life or him? 

“C’mon Princess~ be with me. I’ll make sure you never worry again.” He said like he knew exactly what I was thinking. 

He kissed me…

And I kissed back. 

He’s probably done this to so many other girls but my body, heart, and mind couldn’t escape him. 

Maybe a few more days wouldn’t hurt. 

I spent the night with him. When I woke up he had already left. There was a note left next to me with his number on it. 

I felt lonely. 

My knees literally buckled with every step I took. It was really bad. I thought I was gonna fall multiple times. Thankfully I was able to get into my apartment and I slept for a little longer. Yet it felt cold without the warmth of Mr. J. 

[nimbusghoul]

The Nice Soap-Viktor x Bimbo!Reader

Pairing:Viktor x Reader

Type: Fluff TO smut for the entirety

Fandom:Arcane/LoL(more Arcane Vik than LoL Vik, let me have my twink, okay?)

WC:1337 This is just a sneak peek, if you want more, I'll continue to provide, Don't hate me!

Viktor was never one to catch feelings easily, but when you came into his life from being a good friend of Jayce, he began to feel something new.

When Jayce introduced you to him, he didn’t know how to react to your bubbly air headed nature, it was new. Sure, Jayce is charismatic, but he didn’t shine as bright as you did, you could light up the whole room with a personality like that.

Maybe you weren’t the smartest, but you were an amazing listener, and things didn’t seem to get to you very often. Usually just in one ear and out the other, but when you were interested, your body language changed, anyone could tell you were paying attention, even if you usually didn’t fully understand.

You’d turn yourself towards him and lean in again or prop your elbows on the table and put your chin in your hands, kicking your feet a bit, and it was when you would ask most of the questions.

“What’s that?”

“What, a Hex Core?”

“Mhm! I dunno what that is, Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, I understand not everyone has the same knowledge. Ehh, a Hex Core is an adaptive rune matrix with Hextech in the middle…the potential for ultimate advancements in technology!”

“ohhh!… what?? I dunno what that stuff is either, i mean, i know what runes are but…what’s…all the other stuff??”

Viktor took a minute, how would he explain this without making you feel like you had less and less knowledge? He would never want to hurt your feelings, you were too pretty to be sad.

“Hextech uses magic to create artifacts, it’s made up of a special crystal. It can do all kinds of things, not just for me and the hexcore is full of hextech, which means it has all kinds of that magic.”

“Sounds like a lot of math, which i’m not good at. I think I’ll stick to less complex things and let you handle all of that genius people stuff”

You were really the only person who could distract him from his work. He had completely forgotten about the papers in front of him, his focus was on you, even if the papers were the thing you asked about. He realized he doesn’t ever really ask any questions that he had for you

“May I ask you an…odd question?”

“hm, of course! just make sure it’s not too complicated of a question? really big words get me all confused…”

“Of course of course. Those nails of yours, are they real? like, your actual nail? they’re quite long.”

“What? god no, these are made with powder polymethylmethacrylate and a monomer liquid!”

You turned over you hand and tapped on the underside of your nails, Viktor was a little shocked from that long word you managed to string out describing the acrylic powder

“So…they are plastic?”

“Nope! You gotta put the liquid with a bit of the monomer and then put it on top of a guide, sometimes plastic? but I like to use my silicone one because it peels better, and thennn you put the whole thing under UV light for it to harden and they’re so much better than fake plastic nails! fake nails that are plastic feel so icky and come off WAYYY too easy. plus nail glue can fuck up your skin soooo bad!”

“ah, i see, so you know a lot about this topic?”

“Of course! if i’m gonna look pretty I have to be healthy and to be healthy i have to know what Im doing to my body! That’s why I like hate cOsMeTiC sUrGuRiEs cause like everyone is beautiful in their own way and the fact that people think they have to pay to be beautiful is really disgusting! everyone was made to grow differently, just because you don’t look like your neighbor or your pretty classmate doesn’t mean you aren’t pretty or attractive or perfect! But like Botox for headaches is fine, it helps with migraines!”

“I see you feel very strongly about these things, Is there a reason why? Perhaps a connection to memories in which it makes you upset about this topic?”

“Well…I just want everyone to be happy, you know? and if you hate yourself because you don’t look like everyone else…that’s not happy. The only thing that’s truly ugly or unattractive is the way we treat some people, and the awful things we say and do. Ugly doesn’t exist *on* people, it exists *in* people.”

You turned to Viktor after finishing a sentence, a small smile, the first real one you’ve seen, but you decided not to say anything, having an internal celebration instead of external. Celebratory of small victories(or should i say Viktories, okay yeah i’ll see myself out sorry), it was rare to see Viktor smile from what Jayce has told you.

“You are very different from me, and yet i enjoy the company you provide, it’s quite odd, with how different our knowledge is you’d think I would be annoyed with all your questions, but you also have knowledge I don’t. I do not look into what I wear or the lotions, soaps and sanitizers I put on my hands-”

You were quick to accidentally cut him off, suddenly remembering why you came to the lab in the first place, even when it slipped out on the way from your home to the lab.

“OHMYGOODNESS!! I tOTALLY forgot about that! Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you off, but I wanted to say I got you some new soap because i was reading the ingredients and yours contained formaldehyde!! that’s probably why your hands are always so dry, that is so bad for your skin! I also got you some lotion because they’re so dry from that awful soap…”

You quickly dug through your purse, pulling out a large bottle of moisturizing hand soap and some hand lotion with aloe, quickly placing them on the desk

“I literally went to the market at like 8 this morning because I knew that’s when they first set up so like they weren’t all gone when I got there!”

“You did this for me?”

“pshhh, yeah! and i got my pet some more of those cute special treats, they only get sold like twice during the week and they’re all gone in like an hour. it’s so terrible if I can’t get my sleepy butt up in time to get some!”

“Are they truly that important?”

“Well, my pets are like…my family! they’re like my little babies and I would literally assault whoever the hell runs this universe for my babies?”

“I apologize, I was speaking about the soap.”

“Oh, oops! Yeah, I wanted to get you something nice, plus, all the really nice ones sell out so fast! Especially like when this huuuuge group of wives come through and buy like literally everything nice.”

"Group of...wives?"

"Yeah, like, you know, middle aged women who don't need so much damn soap?"

"Ah..."

he seemed to take a pause to think

"Why...for me? Why not for Jayce?" He asked, looking up at you

"What? Your hands are dry, Jayce doesn't have...all that as an issue...you know?"

He seemed surprised as he thought before laughing quietly

"How are you so sure what my hands feel like? I'm sure Jayce is very touchy...but you know, I am not."

You felt your face heat quickly

"Well, I- they sound dry! You know, when you rub your hands together and it sounds...dry, like you can't hear my hands unless I rub them together really hard!"

He chuckled softly at your embarrassment before standing

"I find it cute that you care. Thank you, Солнышко(sólnyshka)"

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[activesplooger]

for the kinktober reqs, worshipping adam’s body…… ouh…..

a person after my own heart, here ya go!

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𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: (MDNI) Kinktober day 1 whoop whoop!!!! enjoy! also trying to describe Adam's mask mechanics was very difficult so if it doesn't make sense, sorry. Also im writing this while sick asf (mono) so sorry if it doesnt make sense my mind is soup.

𝕮𝖂: Body worship, oral (m-receiving)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: One-night stand with heaven's first man! However, he refuses to take off the mask. The poor guy feels so vulnerable without it - time for some much-needed body worship!

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1,629

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Your lips crash against the hard lips of his mask, the stiff material making it uncomfortable to kiss. His 'tongue' invades your mouth, the weird mechanical texture making your skin crawl.

You knew it was normal for angels, especially ones of the exorcist army, to wear these types of masks. But during times of 'intimacy'? That was unheard of. You try to cope with it, leaning into the rough kisses and trying to be gentle so it wouldn't hurt. But eventually, enough was enough and it was time to say something.

"Hey, Adam?" you muffle out against the angel's lips. "Hm?" he hums, still relentlessly kissing you. Your hands grab at the bottom edge of his mask, lifting it slowly as you speak, "Could we maybe take this off-". "No!" he snaps, pulling away from the kiss and pushing the mask back down.

You stare at him wide-eyed. Why did he react so strongly over something so little? The angel looks to the side bashfully, embarrassed at his accidental outburst. The two of you sit awkwardly on his bed, an uncomfortable silence filling the room.

Ah well, the mood's ruined. All you wanted was a simple one-night stand and now it's complicated and weird. Great. "Maybe I should g-". "What no, don't go!" he pleads, "c'mon baby just ignore that happened. C'mere.". He leans in for a kiss again but his lips are met with the palm of your hand, "I'm sorry I really can't keep kissing your mask, it honestly kind of hurts.". "It doesn't fucking hurt," he argues. "...does it?" he quietly asks. You inhale through gritted teeth, oh God does he really not know? He recognizes the expression and immediately groans, bringing a palm up to slap the forehead of his mask, "Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me! How come none of the tons of bitches I've slept with told me?! What the fuck?!".

Yeah, okay, that's your queue to leave. You wanted to get laid pretty badly, but not badly enough to where you'd have to listen to all his bitching about other girls he's slept with. His complaining drones on in the background as you get up to leave. As you get up off the bed, his large hands grip your waist and pull you down onto his lap. "Where are you going?!" he asks a bit frantically, an almost desperate look in his eyes.

"Uh... I'm leaving, sorry. This was uh, surely something! But, I should go-". "No no, stay!" he pleads, "we can just do it without kissing it's fine! Who cares about that stupid part anyways?". Okay, now you don't even feel bad for leaving anymore. You glare at him, "Wow, how charming of you to say.". He smirks pridefully at the comment, his expression changing into an insulted frown as he realizes the sarcasm in your comment, "Oh shut the fuck up! But, seriously, babe. You're hot as fuck and brutally honest, which is a virtue or whatever, but it's also pretty fuckin' sexy!".

You sigh exasperatedly, "Fine, but only if you take off the mask.". Adam mutters some swears under his breath before begrudgingly taking off his mask. Under the mask is a handsome brunette with sharp features. His left eyebrow adorns a gold bar piercing that perfectly highlights his rugged features. The angel looks away bashfully, "Stop looking at me like that, fucking creep.". Your eyes almost roll out of your head, "Be quiet, or else I'm leaving.". More angry murmurs leave Adams's lips. Why was he so adamant about keeping his mask on? He's a good-lookin' guy! Who hurt him? "Adam," you reposition yourself higher up on his lap, "just relax, it's a stupid mask. It doesn't change anything.". "It doesn't?" he asks with wide eyes. "No, not one bit," you begin, a smirk appearing on your lips. Maybe he needed some more convincing...

"Alright, big boy," you coo, tugging at the hem of his robe, "let's take this off.". Despite Adam's clear insecurity in his facial features, he had no problem with his body. This was made abundantly clear by how quickly and eagerly he tossed his robe off. Adam’s left in his boxers, his cock stretching the confines of the material as he smirks confidently. His expression falters as he notices you not looking at his body but rather his face, "Again with the fucking staring?!". You press a finger against his lips to shush him, "Quiet and let me do my thing. I know exactly what you need...". His cock twitches in his boxers as you speak, your soft and sultry voice sending shivers down his spine.

Crashing your lips against his, you mutter words of praise to ease his tense insecurity: "Pretty boy~"

"So handsome"

He's practically putty in your hands at this point. You pepper kisses all over his face, each kiss coming with a different compliment. Once he felt comfortable and relaxed, you trailed kisses from his lips, down to his body. You kept muttering praises as you worshipped his burly body, lips trailing down every curve and crevice. Adam was fucking loving every bit of it. Aside from the whole 'mask' insecurity, his ego was about as huge as possible.

The angel tangles his fingers in your hair and massages your scalp as you continue with your worship. Small, suppressed moans and grunts escape his lips as you display your reverence. Your lips stop just above the waistband of his boxers. Looking up at him, you tug on the elastic with your teeth and stretch it for silent permission to continue. He nods ecstatically, not even a hint of hesitation in his approval.

Gripping the tight fabric, you slowly pull it down, revealing his throbbing cock. You had to suppress a gasp at the size of that thing. It was long and girthy, with veins protruding out of the underside. A trail of hair connected from his belly button down to his hefty balls and the base of his dick. Beads of pre-cum leaked from his glistening tip. Truly a breathtaking sight.

Now you see why he's always bragging about his dick, he kind of has a point. Why doesn't heaven make them like this anymore?! Probably because it comes with being totally egocentric and prideful.

Adam looks down at you with a smug expression as you admire his manhood, "Like what you see?". You wish he could be quiet. Of course, you like it, hell, you love it. But you weren't about to outright admit it. Instead, you continue your praise to show how you feel.

Pressing kisses to the insides of his thighs, you gently nip at the plush skin, tongue darting out to taste his flesh. His grip on your hair tightens, his restraint weakening with each kiss. You kiss down his legs, making sure to properly pay tribute to every inch of him. "Beautiful," you mutter against his skin as you kiss his calves. Adam exhales softly, relaxing in your gentle embrace. You move back up to his groin, now feeling properly prepared to praise his cock.

Moving your head down, you press kisses along his bulky length. Adam's pupils dilate as you give his dick much-needed attention, a soft "Fuck" escaping his lips. Your hands work on his balls, massaging the mounds tenderly as you lick strips up and down his shaft. He pats your head, hands smoothing over your hair as he shakily speaks, "Good girl.".

Your tongue laps over his tip, smearing the pre-cum all over the fat head of his cock. Adam's hips start to involuntarily jerk as he seeks more of your touch. Your hands press his hips into the bed, a warning for him not to move anymore. He whines at this, desperately craving for release as his aching cock twitches.

Pressing a final kiss to his tip, you wrap your lips around it tightly and sink down. You take him inch by inch until you have him fully enveloped by your mouth. Looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, Adam's voice wavers, "Fuu-hhhUUCCKK.". His eyes shut tightly as he succumbs to the pleasure, already close to orgasm. You bob your head up and down on his dick, hands moving from his hips back to his balls.

Your cheeks are hollowed as you suck his cock, trying your best not to choke on his length as his tip touches the back of your throat. Adam shoves you down onto his cock which causes you to gag slightly. "Ah fuck," he snarls, "take it all, babygirl.". Your nose presses into his pubic bone as you struggle to breathe around his girth. But still, you swallow around him, trying to relax your throat to accommodate his size.

His cock starts to spasm, balls tightening as he feels his impending release. Adam starts to control your movements, grabbing your head back and forth at a brutal pace, "Shit... Shit- SHITSHITSHITSHIT". Loads of hot cum pour down your throat, his movements slowing as his orgasm washes over. You pull off him with a lewd pop and swallow the ocean of cum he left in your mouth.

The angel looks down at you with tender and wide eyes, "That was... The best fucking head I've ever had in my entire life AND afterlife!". He pulls you up onto his lap and hugs you. You practically disappear into the mass of his chest as he embraces you tightly.

You attempt to escape the confines of his chest, but your attempts are futile. Adam chuckles, "After that little performance, you're not going anywhere.". In a swift motion, he flips you on your back and spreads your legs, head settling between your thighs, "Your turn...".

the end!

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KINKTOBER DAY 1 RAHH FINALLY!!!!! i hope ygs like!!!

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i would really like to hear more of your thoughts on fma03 rose. i really love her but a lot of discussion i see is very shallow and completely ignores how she relates to the themes of the show. there's probably an essay about people's reaction to the depiction of rape in fma03 but i don't have the words for it right now.

yeah i got thoughts about 03 rose. i got so many thoughts it keeps me up at night quite literally. anyhow.

so in the manga rose is basically an audience stand-in for plot/worldbuilding exposition right? she's basically mostly made to stand there and React To the elrics’ alchemy, their basic backstory (mom died, we tried to bring her back through human transmutation) and the revelation about their bodies. she's resentful of their intervention at first, but iirc only comes up later again even after liore descends into civil war to basically thank the elrics for showing her the true light etc etc right. same as it ever is with the manga—ed is always right and apart from a few truly egregious mistakes that are never really TRULY his fault, what he does ends up being for the best. iirc (and you might correct me if im wrong bc i am not rereading the manga lol) she basically barely comes up again and not really in any plot or thematic relevant bit.

03 rose is very different in her role from the very start. sure, she's still a bit of an audience stand-in for exposition, but—her grief and desperation for her dead fiancee and how she was an orphan, her devotion to the liorite religion, her general desperation to cling onto the hope of resurrection are all strongly expanded upon and make her feel more real. not only that, she is made a direct parallel to the brothers’ own obstinacy and grief in episode 3; al far more directly relates to her, too (which is interesting when you consider his later relationship to scar). she actively is horrified by the elrics, and “betrays” them not once but twice in hope of getting her fiancé back. the chimera bird is SUUUUCH a good addition to the prologue, it's creepy and grotesque and underlines the unsettling nature of alchemy itself in 03, not just human transmutation. and the ending to episode 2 is just—chefs kiss. it's not a triumph for the elrics, or a liberation for rose. she's bitter and sad, ed tells her to move with her own two legs (a phrase that will come back to haunt him!!!!) but it sounds…. kinda hollow and doesnt do much to comfort her then. later she clings to that phrase even as her world disintegrates, and as she is the only liorite who realizes the new priest is clearly a fraud and breaks down about it. the elrics leave rose in liore, their job done—but this is just the beginning of HER story and liore’s altogether. because unlike the manga and bh, 2003 is deeply concerned with consequences, with how careless words and actions that might seem heroic or necessary, or justifications for *juuuust* a little destabilization or transmutation or fight from the people who hold all the power (specifically alchemists; more specifically dante/hohenheim and state alchemists) lead to truly horrific consequences.

and like, one of the best examples of this isnt just ed’s intervention in liore—especially as one could argue that dante’s plans were already in motion there and that war with amestris was always in the plans. but yknow, ed certainly didnt help in playing his role there. no, the best example is ep 5—years before ed and al arrive in liore, they save general hakuro from the train attack. the guy who seems like a Nice Military Man with his family attacked by evil rebels, right? well, that same man is the one who is going to lead the repression of liore and who in all likelihood is responsible for rose’s rape and abuse. ed has saved the man who is going to destroy rose’s life!

because rose really is key to the themes of 03. but not just of consequence, but of *resistance* to imperialist warmongers. when the conflict in liore breaks out, rose is shown to be protecting children—she refuses to sell out her people, she actively resists the amestrian military. when they claim they are Just Here To Help the civilian conflict it is directly juxtaposed with the army literally shooting down civilians; AND in the same episode with scar hunting and killing state alchemists as we get flashbacks of ishbal. because yes, rose and the liorites being brown is relevant to the story being told here—and it's also impossible to ignore the direct parallels to american justifications of intervention in the war in iraq. this took place the same year, for fuck’s sake! so rose’s call of this is our home, we are the ones who get to deal with this mess—feels deeply relevant. and the tragedy here to me, rose’s greatest tragedy—is that she cites edward here, talking about using her own legs!!! because she did end up connecting to the brothers on a deeply personal level, while being unaware of ed’s role in the horrors happening to her, that are about to happen to her. like. my gd, the sheer ache of it.

so much has been said by 03 detractors about what happens to rose. for years i remember being calling 2003 evil and antifeminist and gross because it features the gang rape of a female character. and i have no idea how much of it is word of mouth about what actually happens in 03—lots of people seemed convinced that there was a graphic gang rape scene that was male gazey etc—but even those who know the reality that all of this is alluded to discreetly (we never see or hear her being assaulted, there isnt even a fade to black or direct aftermath!!!) have claimed that it's inherently bad for fma 03 to have a character who is explicitly a sexual violence survivor.

and like. that's flat out reactionary. i have no other words for it. this is just reactionary shit. acting like a female character being raped in the context of a war crime, in a story that explicitly about impeialist violence, is in itself evil and bad is just… saying that you think that even implicit depiction of sexual violence is bad and antifeminist (which says a lot about how you view victims lmao); but particularly ignoring the context of it and how subtly and sympathetically it's framed?? we never get a direct vision of rose being raped; we see the aftermath. she is traumatized and her voice has literally been silenced. she got pregnant and carried a baby from this assault, who is a walking reminder of what was done to her and by extension, liore. essentially 03 is saying that amestrian imperialist and racist violence includes all forms of violence, and people throw a fit over it just like they moan that the changes to scar in 03 are supposedly bad bc bla bla his whole point is that revenge is bad. meanwhile 03 again and again says: victims of imperialist violence and genocide are the ones who understand this violence best and they have every right to resist violently, no matter the excuses from the imperialist armies or how sympathetic/funny you find their soldiers to be.

so anyhow: there's definitely a horrific tragedy to rose in the last third of 03, and her ongoing victimisation and abuse. but it's also interesting to me because it parallels how ed is being manipulated/groomed by dante in entirely different ways. rose’s gang rape, the violence against her—essentially and tragically becomes a symbol of resistance there too. the forced pregnancy and the violence against her becomes a source of reverence from liorites who see her as their leader and guide, even as she was literally silenced. but despite what ed claims, and despite dante’s intervention, it's pretty clear in the show that rose has a degree of agency. she isnt being used by scar, though they're all being manipulated by dante to some degree—she is actively helping scar in his rallying the liorites and seeing a parallel between what was done to ishbalans and what was done to liorites. she is endorsing him knowingly when he makes his plan to murder amestrian soldiers for the stone. 03 treads this delicate balance of how yes, dante is controlling everyone—but what scar is doing *is* right and is presented as such narratively. i was told recently that in an interview the creators said they'd originally planned on ending the show in liore as full circle, but then they had all this other stuff to wrap up and didnt get their extra season/mini series to expand on munich and what eventually became cos. but it's fascinating ti me anyhow.

so, rose’s connection to ed—it feels less like deliberate romance, though yeah i do think that the romantic undernotes are deliberate—there’s definitely a tragedy to it. rose’s baby’s cries remind ed throughout his entire stay in liore that he is responsible for all this. but rose doesnt hate him for it, i think she recognizes that he was manipulated—the same way she had been in ep 1 and 2. she sees her own grief reflected in him. she stands up to wrath and reclaims her voice in a moment that's kinda corny but effective. i always get emo when dante is trying to scold ed and he ignores her to thank rose for saving him and being happy she got her voice back.

and then the last season—rose’s abuse is continued until the end. dante, in many ways, is the very incarnation of alchemy at its worse: seeing people as material, state alchemy as inherently dehumanizing people and things and classifying them in various degrees of inhumanity who can be safely Unpersoned and used. liorites and ishbalans among them. dante is partially responsible for amestris’s policies, and she sees rose, a girl victim of gang rape, and decides to groom her for her own purposes and to use her body as her own. and it's very much sexual in nature, a continual sexual use and abuse of Othered bodies (including rose's baby, used in her experimentations). and unlike in liore, where rose has a degree of agency, she is completely stripped from it by dante: presumably drugged.

it's not a coincidence if dante was putting rose and ed together in that ballroom. it's not just a callback to the two first eps and how far ed and rose have come of characters, what has been done to them; their paths as he, the white amestrian state alchemist that dante plans to groom as her romantic/sexual partner and student in alchemy, and she, the brown liorite girl who fought back every step and was brutalized and dehumanized to the extreme and to dante, is just another body to use and discard and rape—theyve always been intertwined. what ed did directly affected rose's life. now rose is offered as a “reward” to ed, if he chooses to continue as an alchemist in the way he's supposed to. it feels very….. anthy as the witch, while utena is given a princess’s dress and told she will be happily ever after with akio

but anyhow ed refuses. so dante gets rid of him. she lobotomizes gluttony. she punishes wrath and takes his limbs. she is literally having al consumed alive. rose is there, in shock at the events—theres an argument to be made that she could have been more active here tbh, but the last two eps are so cram full of stuff i guess they didnt have time. but anyhow… as soon as al sacrificed himself, dantes plans were moot, bc she really is that certain of other characters’ complete lack of agency and humanity! she just gawks stupidly. it's great. and then she leaves and just…. abandons rose.

so it's full circle again. ed al and rose and her baby. al is gone. ed is shattered. the baby cries, a reminder to ed that his actions have consequences. he asks rose one last thing: to go to resenbool—a place she'll be safe—and take wrath. likely she later changed her mind and returned and realized he lied to find al where he was. ed’s last words he hears from another person in amestris are the same words he told rose in episode 2. you've got two strong legs—you can survive, and go on. rose will survive. she will live, rebuild. she will find happiness after this horror, if she looks ahead. ed does not answer. he doesnt believe he can live without al, and chooses not to. he does the exact same thing rose did all these years ago: he chooses to believe, even if there's absolutely no reason he'll get what he want and even if it's more likely to end badly. and…. he's not rewarded for it. his brother is back, but without memories. ed loses his home forever. but it's significant that he eventually meets noah—she is not rose, but she looks like rose and is also from a marginalized group, and it would be silly to suggest that ed doesn't see rose in her. i find the liore section in cos deeply silly (why is the army there!!!) but it's significant to see rose play an active role in rebuilding her town, in building a new life after the horrors. the whole show, she's been a parallel to ed, an active resistant agent to amestrian violence, and the most significant victim of that violence to the point of bearing its physical traces.

do i wish we'd gotten more of her as an active agent afterwars? yes. do i wish to have seen the version where the show was supposed to culminate in liore? also yes. do i wish id seen her own feelings on what it was like to bear a child of rape and then being praised for it? a hundred percent. but again i wish for many things in 03. in part bc it was committing to giving me what bh wouldnt even dare to throw a bone about! but anyhow. i love rose

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stuilly oneshot

basic summary: the “close friends” watch Carrie and Billy borrows a sweater, with a bonus of some HEAVILY implied autistic Billy Loomis

disclaimer: im not that experienced of a fanfic writer, so expect some mistakes. also the majority of it is just Billy thinking about Stu, in other words useless gay pinning. sorry if that’s not your thing

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it was sometime early September and it was cold out. A strange thing for California, possibly a crime, Billy Loomis in particular was upset about this. he didn’t own any long sleeved shirts or anything like that, the thought of it tightly wrapped around his arm, suffocating him, was enough to make him want to murder someone. so he didn’t own anything that would make him feel that way. the disgusting sense of being confined and trapped in his own clothes. it was in juxtaposition to his best friend, who wore sweaters all the time. even in the summer months like some sort of depraved maniac.

“Billy! Billy! Billy!!” a voice shook him from his thoughts, Stu Machers voice. against Billy’s better judgement he decided to spend the afternoon with him. just a few hours. 3:30 to 5:30 so he could be back home before his dad was, but then Stu started talking. Well at that point there was no stopping him, then Stu had Carrie on VHS, one of Billy’s favourite movies. so he stayed a bit longer.

he started to think. about whatever really, but that mostly consisted of Stu. he hadn’t realized how long he’d actually just been sitting there, in silence. doing and saying nothing, that is until his idiot of a friend started to laugh, “you haven’t talked in a damn bit. thought you got possessed and died or something like that.” it was a terrible joke and made no sense, but Billy couldn’t help but find it endearing. “like a Stephen King novel.” Billy said, his tone detached, displaying no real emotion. So how was it that Stu knew how he was feeling? ���exactly man!” he nudged Billy’s shoulder playfully with a breathy laugh, a sound almost akin to one a hyena would make. He always had a stupid laugh. Billy shifted around slightly, his legs had started to go numb and he felt pins and needles, the sheets and duvet of Stu’s bed moving slightly with him. of course the rich bastard had a TV in his bedroom. he redirected his focus to the film, the iconic pigs blood scene, it was the only part of the movie that Stu ever really liked. he had a thing for anything guts and gore, he wasn’t to big on an actual plot, something that drove their other friend Randy to insanity. It always amused Billy how strongly he would react to Stu’s preference in horror, claiming it made “a mockery of the genre” and “it’s not even real cinema!”. it gave Billy an excuse to talk about the subtle nuances in the film, the behind the scenes facts, casting choices, and anything else he could think of without Randy saying how he already knew that, or Sidney just not wanting to talk about “that sort of thing” at all. confusing how his own girlfriend didn’t always grasp how important this was to Billy, but where she failed Stu fucking excelled. it always made Billy happy how his counterpart would just listen to whatever he wanted to talk about. he’d engage in the conversation in all the right ways, he’d ask the right follow up questions and make the right connections, even though he was a dumbass who would constantly make a fool of himself, his social skills were almost impressive. they were far better than Billy’s, but that ain’t saying much. he was aloof by nature.

Billy looked over his shoulder to Stu’s alarm clock. 7:56. maybe he should get going. Billy leaned over to his friend, who was still engrossed in the movie, “im gonna get going now. it’s late out.” he said, lightly hitting Stu on his shoulder to grab his attention “hm? whaaatt? you can’t stay the night?” Stu groaned, it was funny how much his friend hated when he would leave, in a pathetic kind of sense. “yeah no. i have to get going.” he swung his legs over the edge of Stu’s bed before standing up, almost like he was preparing himself. Stu on the other hand let his head fall onto his pillow as he pouted. “why can’t you just stay here? it’s cold out anyway.” shit. it was cold out, Billy in a moment of just thinking about Stu and his company, forgot to plan ahead and bring something to keep him warm. He ran his hand over his shoulder, it was what? a half hour walk between their houses? Stu frowned slightly, picking himself up a bit and leaning forward on his elbows. “what’s wrong?”

Billy looked back at him with an almost dumbfounded expression, “nothings wrong i just don’t have a jacket to wear.” Stu sprung to life, literally out of nowhere, and ran up towards his dresser where his TV sat. he started to rummage through it, throwing the occasional item over his shoulder until he presented his friend with a blue flannel. “wear this.” he stated bluntly, it wasn’t even a question. not, “here Billy, you can wear this if you want.” but instead it was more of a fact. like something Billy wasn’t able to reject or fight against. “blue isn’t my colour anyway. more your thing i think.” Stu firmly placed the flannel in Billy’s hands, urging him to try it on. “hm. yeah okay you fucking queer” Billy snorted. he always found it funny how much Stu cared about his appearance, like some sort of pansy. But still, he tried on the shirt. it was nice too, warm and a little soft. loose as well, it didn’t make Billy feel like clawing his skin off from any form of restriction. it was really nice. Stu smiled warmly at his friend, which wasn’t uncommon for him to be smiling, this one seemed a bit different though. like he was happy for a reason outside of having a good day. he looked dumb. like an idiot, but fuck he was probably Billy’s favourite idiot.

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hope you enjoyed that. might not be the best best but it was really fun to make! i love my domestic serial killers

[a-libra-writes]

Hi!!! Omg I just wanted to say I’m so happy you’re back because I love your writing so so much, your characterizations are the absolute best.

Do you think you could write some long-ish headcanons about ASOIAF characters and how they would react if they had a nightmare about the reader dying or leaving them, but woke up to you cuddling them?

Thank you!!

Heyo! Thank you for the kind words , im glad youre enjoying your stay at my silly blog lol. I did ur boys Ramsay and Theon, plus a few extras that popped into my head!

Theon - He awakes with a start, and an immediate feeling of discomfort settles upon his chest. Theon can feel you right next to him, but you seem far away. He can't get back to sleep. Dreams (nightmares, really) of you dying affects him strongly, but somehow you just ... leaving, not disappearing, but walking away from him hurts more.

In the morning, he's rather quiet and distant. Of course, he's shit at talking about his feelings. You'd have to ask direct or roundabout questions to figure it out, and even then, Theon feels foolish for being so disturbed by something as silly as a dream. It wouldn't matter if this was reoccurring, it'd still be like pulling teeth to get him to talk about it and explain why it's so unsettling.

Ramsay - Dreaming of your death isn't actually anything new for him. He wouldn't even consider them nightmares, and it's not like you're the only one who dies. Sometimes it's by his own hand, sometimes it's not. Ramsay doesn't dwell on them after he wakes, and rarely remembers after an hour or so. The dying dreams don't bother him because they seem so far-fetched - yes, he really thinks that.

Dreams of you running off, however? That's a different matter. Sometimes they're simple - he can't find you, no matter how much he looks. Sometimes it's more complex, you run away and he has to spend a long, fruitless effort trying to find you. These are the dreams that agitate him when he awakens, and he'll actually wake you up to make sure you're there - obviously you are - and if for some reason you aren't, well ... he's always had a habit of being mad at you for slights he's conjured up in his head.

Tywin - He has never been a man who tried to glean any meaning from dreams; it's nonsense he doesn't subscribe to. That doesn't mean he's immune to nightmares, though most people wouldn't think such a grand man would be affected by them. He is, but no one would see that. It's the dreams where you're dying - often in childbirth, sometimes by sickness - that startle him awake.

It's troublesome if you actually are with child; then Tywin might take some time to get back to sleep. If you aren't, he knows logically that he shouldn't be bothered. There's no danger here. It puts him in something of a mood for the rest of the day. He doesn't so much as fret over you as just ... watch you very closely, which might pique your curiosity.

Jon - These nightmares don't come often to him, but when they do, he wakes in a sweat. You always seem to die right as he wakes up, or he's on his way to help you and something stops him. Something always stops him, and he wakes feeling anxious and oddly powerless. It feels like an ill omen. He turns over to you and pulls you in closer, mulling it over instead of trying to get back to bed.

It takes a while for him to fall asleep. Jon might talk to you about it, but he also feels a little silly for being so affected. Maybe if you bring up the topic first, because he clearly looks tired.

Tyrion - He hates these kinds of dreams, both the ones where some harm has fallen you, or where you've suddenly disappeared and left him. They're both terrible for different reasons, and he wakes with a start, cursing and looking for something to drink. It'll wake you up, and he immediately switches to comforting, as if you're the one whose upset.

He really appreciates if you stop and ask him what he dreamt. In the daytime it feels childish to talk about, but in the dark with your hand holding his, he feels comfortable to express the worry and anxieties that may have led to the nightmare in the first place.

Victarion - The nightmare is one he's had before, only it's taken new forms since he's been with you. Rather than his wife dying at his own hands, it's you. A simple change, and one that hurts him even more, because it feels even more real. He wakes up with his whole body tense and his fists balled. It's entirely possible you wake up too, as Victarion wants to get out of bed and pace around.

If you want to talk to him about it, good luck. Talking about emotions, especially this, is not in the slightest realm of easy for him. He probably hasn't even told you what happened to his previous wife; Asha would have been the one who did. Sometimes he can be coaxed back into bed, sometimes he wants to stalk off and walk around the keep for a while.

Stannis - It always comes back to that day. In the nightmare, he can still smell the seasalt, and feel the wind on his face, and hear the wood breaking against rocks. In the dreams, he always knows whose on the ship. He may not see the bodies sinking in the water, but he knows. And if it's you, then he's alone on top of Storm's End. No Robert or Renly, just himself, trying to shout against the wind and rain.

It's worse than the nightmares about the Siege, which feel listless and endless. Stannis usually awakes an hour or two before he normally gets up, and that's fine. He gets out of bed right away and goes about his usual routine, wanting to shake the negative feelings right away. If he ever talks about it with you, it's only after you point out he seems tired. He wants to tell you it's pointless to dwell on it, but talking does help a little ...

Arianne - She wakes up with a curse, which might make you stir. She doesn't put a lot of stock in dreams and nightmares, but she doesn't completely discount them, either. And that one was ... very vivid. Just thinking about it your life slipping away makes her shiver, no matter if it was poison or a sword.

She'll slowly wake you up, bringing you close to her and resting her face against your neck. She only half-apologizes for it. After telling you about the dream, she promises it won't happen. She'll keep you safe - though maybe she's reassuring herself more than you.

[campbyler]

i'm wondering if your miscommunication in this fic is based upon a theory for byler's miscommunication in the show itself? i.e. mike understood will in the van and was therefore gutted when will told him 'youre the heart' in the pizzeria etc (seemingly telling mike to say i love you to el).

i'm trying to piece together things but i've forgotten if will has ever mentioned why their relationship went tits up before. they both are not on the same page at all regarding what happened in the past, but as of this chap... mike now knows how he feels AND will! its really interesting that the hesitance is based around them both thinking that they put themselves out there once and got shot down (or so i gather so far). which means something had to have happened in the past where a third party was involved and made things unclear? because their actions currently strongly suggest mutual attraction like mike said in 10.2

so im wondering if you were inspired by the show in this way, if indeed you DO believe that mike understood will's confession of feelings fully in the van? :)

i would say that it’s not necessarily inspired by that particular interpretation of the van scene, but the miscommunication trope in general is absolutely inspired by the show! mike and will are canonically incredibly passionate characters — that passion often leads to emotional outbursts, and they’re passionate about each other and their friendship, hence why they fight a lot lol. because they have trouble pausing and giving each other the space they need to communicate. when they do manage that, they’re besties for the resties 🤎 which is what we are trying to capture in acswy!

though i will say that acswy is the result of what would happen if they didn’t give each other the time to explain themselves and talk their feelings through 😗 plus obviously with it being a modern au, they’re in different circumstances than they are in the show, so their experiences have shaped them differently. i understand the ooc allegations about acswy, but i’m not really bothered by them because i do think we have done a good job of staying true to how mike and will would react if they grew up Now and had the influences they had. for example, will is for sure sassy on the show — he’s kind to his core, and never genuinely mean on purpose, but the sass is There. i think if he grew up with max as his closest friend versus mike, lucas, and dustin, she’d bring that side out of him more than it is present in the show. max is kind and never genuinely mean either, but she hides it as a defense mechanism, and will would probably be influenced the same way. it’s the same concept where, given the circumstances mike and will are in leading up to and during acswy, the miscommunication of it all has been exacerbated by those elements. and miscommunication is Theeee byler bread and butter.

neither will or mike have mentioned why their relationship is the way that it is — that will be revealed at some point in these final few chapters, but i won’t say when for spoiler reasons of course 😇 i will reiterate what we have been saying since ch01 though: mike and will are Both unreliable narrators. neither of them have all of the info and are just going off of what they perceive to be true. that doesn’t make either one of them right or wrong — they can Both be right based on their interpretations of their situation — but it does mean they lack perspective that is necessary for them to move forward. tee and also hee.

all of that rambling done, i personally do not think that mike understood will’s confession in the van, but support anyone who does interpret it that way!! i’d have to ask suni what her thoughts are on it so we might edit later with her thoughts!!

[reason-with-the-underdog]

modern au chatfic

thinking about modern au where alhaitham casually refers to kaveh as "loml" in the groupchat

& tighnari messages kaveh "pls tell me you guys got together finally"

kaveh: wdym no he thinks it means "light of my life" lol

tighnari: do you understand why that's not better. do you

kaveh: he's just making fun of me and my nickname!!

tighnari: [switches to alhaitham's dms] that's rough buddy.gif

alhaitham: [Your message could not be delivered. This is usually because the recipient is only receiving direct messages from friends]

tighnari: [switches back to kaveh's dms] alhaitham blocked me

kaveh: WHAT how could he do that to my bestie>:( what did you say

tighnari: oh just laughed at him about the loml thing

kaveh: IKR icb he calls me loml & not know what it means

tighnari: mm hm tell him to unblock me

alhaitham: [This user has accepted your friend request! You can send each other messages now]

tighnari: that was fast wow

tighnari: kaveh doesnt know how much u listen to him huh

alhaitham: Is this important?

tighnari: nah just bored

tighnari: anyways try sending him the wikipedia pg for "loml"

alhaitham: I clarified my intended definition already. He thinks I'm pretending to have known all along out of embarrassment

tighnari: and how does that make you feel

alhaitham: It's fine. He'll accept my feelings when he's ready

tighnari: [switches to kaveh's dms] KAVEH

kaveh: what?!!?

tighnari: i wish i didn't believe so strongly in not sharing private messages

kaveh: is this about alhaitham? did he unblock you

tighnari: i love how i gave you no context and you still guessed it was about alhaitham

kaveh: i wasnt wrong though!

kaveh: what did he do

tighnari: i just said i wouldn't say anything

kaveh: why would you tease me like this... 🥺 do i need to talk to alhaitham to find out

tighnari: yup

kaveh: why does everyone keep telling me to talk to him i literally talk to him all the time

tighnari: i think you should look at the common denominator here

kaveh: yeah ik alhaitham's terrible at communicating directly

tighnari: no comment

kaveh: pls agree 🥺 you know im right

tighnari: no <3

kaveh: >:(

kaveh: but it is weird he didnt bother to look up a word before using it

tighnari: im gonna log off, getting late, good luck figuring it out

kaveh: ok gn

[46 minutes later]

kaveh: tighnari do you think he meant it

kaveh: ykw im not gonna overthink this

[the next morning]

tighnari: kaveh why did you leave a heart react on alhaitham's message in the groupchat

kaveh: im embracing it! i'm the light! nbd!

tighnari: hm very convincing

kaveh: if i pretend it doesnt bother me then it wont

tighnari: does it really bother you tho

kaveh: yes!! ofc it does! not when he doesnt really mean it

tighnari: maybe you should talk to him about your feelings

kaveh: ur supposed to be supportive not attack me >:(

tighnari: if you want an enabler go back to school

kaveh: i CANT that's where he works!

tighnari: didnt you bring him lunch last week

kaveh: yeah he gets grumpy if he skips a meal

tighnari: no comment

kaveh: WE ATE LUNCH AS FRIENDS. JUST LIKE HOW YOU & I GET LUNCH TOGETHER SOMETIMES. AS FRIENDS

tighnari: i dont call you loml tho

kaveh: u are def not the loml rn